Regálame La Silla Donde Te Esperé
Nos presentó tu amiga
La que dice que adivina futuros por venir
No sé que más decir
Sentado del pasillo en una orilla
¿Te acuerdas ya de mí?
Regálame la silla, cansada de la esquina
Donde te esperé, donde siempre te esperaba, amor
Yo puedo regalarte alguna risa
Y hacer una canción
Y un pañuelo de lunares
Te regalo tiempo pa' que te lo pongas
Y una promesa, niña
Si te encuentro un día
Te pienso dar de una
Todos aquellos besos que te merecías
Por el puente de la esperanza
Buscaba un rinconcito para la risa
Pensando que ha valido la pena amarte
Pasamos momentitos tan flamenquitos
Y vimos rinconcitos pa' enamorarse
La calle del pensamiento
Me lleva a aquella orilla, no sé si te acuerdas
Regálame la silla que tiene arte
Yo paso por tu puerta casi to' l os días
Yo paso y tú decides cuándo asomarte
Cuando asomarte
Y hasta volvieron de las rimas
Imágenes jugando, colgás de no sé qué
Seguro que era abril
Volvieron todas, todas menos una
Que se olvidó de mí
Que el pañuelo es pa' llorarte
Y no tiene remedio para el que componga
Si alguna vez te encuentro por mi cobardía
Te pienso dar de una
Todos aquellos besos que te merecías
Por el puente de la esperanza
Buscaba un rinconcito para la risa
Pensando que ha valido la pena amarte
Pasamos momentitos tan flamenquitos
Y vimos rinconcitos pa' enamorarse
La calle del pensamiento
Me lleva a aquella orilla, no sé si te acuerdas
Regálame la silla que tiene arte
Yo paso por tu puerta casi to' los días
Yo paso y tú decides cuándo asomarte
Cuando asomarte
Por el puente de la esperanza
Buscaba un rinconcito para la risa
Pensando que ha valido la pena amarte
Pasamos momentitos tan flamenquitos
Y vimos rinconcitos pa' enamorarse
La calle del pensamiento
Me lleva a aquella orilla, no sé si te acuerdas
Regálame la silla que tiene arte
Yo paso por tu puerta casi to' los días
Yo paso y tú decides cuándo asomarte
Cuando asomarte
Pensando que ha valido la pena amarte
Pasamos momentitos tan flamenquitos
Y vimos rinconcitos pa' enamorarse
La calle del pensamiento
Me lleva a aquella orilla, no sé si te acuerdas
Regálame la silla que tiene arte
Yo paso por tu puerta casi to' los días
Yo paso y tú decides cuándo asomarte
Cuando asomarte
Give Me The Chair Where I Waited For You
Your friend introduced us
The one who says she predicts futures to come
I don't know what else to say
Sitting in the aisle on one side
Do you remember me already?
Give me the chair, tired of the corner
Where I waited for you, where I always waited for you, my love
I can give you some laughter
And make a song
And a polka dot handkerchief
I give you time to put it on
And a promise, girl
If I find you one day
I plan to give you all
Those kisses you deserved
Over the bridge of hope
I was looking for a little corner for laughter
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up
And even the rhymes returned
Images playing, hanging from I don't know what
Surely it was April
They all came back, all except one
Who forgot about me
That handkerchief is to cry for you
And there is no remedy for the composer
If I ever find you due to my cowardice
I plan to give you all
Those kisses you deserved
Over the bridge of hope
I was looking for a little corner for laughter
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up
Over the bridge of hope
I was looking for a little corner for laughter
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up
Escrita por: Alejandro Sanz